“How many years has it been, 3 or 4?” Tamara asked.Taylor in full blush now replied, “I think 4.”“You’re in wonder...ul shape, precious, are you still ingymnastics.” Tamara’s hand still cupping the littledarlings face.“Yes, well at least I’m trying to make the team atstate.”“How wonderful, you must be 19 or 20 by now.”“I’m 19,” said Taylor.“So young, so fresh so very prefect,” Tamara said. He looked so methodical while having sex and it was never enjoyable from the start till he eventually groaned shooting his cum inside me. He wasn't getting anywhere closer to what I normally expected from him. I kept telling lies to him that I had enjoyed his intimacy as was expected from a typical Indian housewife.At 39, it was humiliating to resort to masturbating although it seemed the only option available to me. The fantasies about having a loud orgasm remained a distant dream. I had. Her long brown hair flowed down to her chest and when she turned around I saw the black strap of the thong she was wearing hugging her waist. Alright, Ill see you two later, she said. She put on a pair of sunglasses, grabbed her purse, and walked out the front door. I heard my sister chuckling and I turned to her to see why. Your underwear is poking out, she giggled. I didnt have to look down to understand what she meant. I could feel it. My dick was hard from seeing my mom in her nightgown. She didn't really know who it was but one bastard had repeatedly slapped her breast so hard while fucking her she could recall the sound and pain even though the fog.She had screamed during the attacked, she cried, she fought and resisted, she punched and kicked and even when she was exhausted she screamed in her head – it didn't stop them from sticking two cocks in her arse and pussy at the same time; it didn't stop her being forced to take a load of spunk down her throat and it didn't stop.